Destiel AU Fanfic

   Hello again! I'm back to write yet another fanfic, this time for another one of my OTP's: Destiel! Destiel is a ship from Supernatural, and is made up of Dean Winchester and Castiel, the Fallen Angel. I'm going to take a quick note here: I am not completely caught up with Supernatural, and I only have a slight experience with Castiel. So, looking at that, my Castiel character might be complete crap. But, it might not be, so you'll have to read to find out! In order to minimize the damage, I made it an AU, or Alternate Universe. Setting: Dean and Cas are two high schoolers who have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Dean was always the outgoing, popular type, while Cas grew up to be more reserved, thoughtful. I'm not sure where I'm going to go with this, it might just be fluffy and only preslash. I might even add more to this one later. So here it is:

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, ANY CHARACTERS PICTURED HERE (EXCEPT FOR THE TATTOO GIRL) OR ANYTHING ELSE IN THIS FANFIC. IT IS THE PROPERTY OF WHOEVER OWNS SUPERNATURAL.


   "I don't know, Dean. It seems a bit of an 'in the moment' thing. We'll probably regret this later," Cas said, unsure.
   "Come on, Cas. It's spontaneous. Don't tell me your chicken," Dean challenged.
   Cas hesitated, looking up at the sign above. The two buddies stood in a crowded mall. They had been walking around when Dean had stopped Cas suddenly, pointing at a store across the hallway they were in.

PERMA-TAT TATTOO PARLOR

   Cas gulped. "I really am not sure about this. Can't we just get a temporary one? Look, there's a Henna Tattoo place on the other side of the mall. Let's just go there."
   Dean frowned. "Dude, really? Temporary Henna's are lame. Come on." He grabbed Cas's arm and tugged him in.
   Strong, Cas noted. When had he gotten so strong? Dean had been working out more lately. Cas hadn't really noticed, but it obviously had paid off a bit.
   Cas looked around the place. It had tattoo symbols on posters all over the walls, and a bunch of chairs in a scattered arrangement around the room. It wasn't nearly as intimidating as Cas had imagined. He shrugged and walked in further, following Dean to the check-in desk at the back of the store.
   The girl at the desk frowned at them. "You here for tats?" she drawled out in a thick Southern accent.
   Dean smiled that smile at her, that smile that won everyone over. Cas felt a tinge of jealousy. Why did she get the smile? They had only just met!
   The girl smiled back. "All righty then."
   She took them through the process of signing a waiver, and then brought them to a seat.
   "What'll it be?"
   Dean looked at Cas, and Cas began to inwardly freak out. He couldn't do this, his mother would kill him, everyone would talk at school, he might get hurt, anything could go wrong. He slightly shook his head at Dean.
   "I- I can't do this," he mumbled.
   "What do you mean?" Dean gave Cas a wounded look. It broke Cas's heart, seeing Dean so hurt, but the fear of the tattoo kept his resolve strong.
   "I just can't."
   Dean frowned. "But- I thought we could get the same one, and then we'd be friends forever. That kind of girly bullcrap kind of thing."
   Cas swallowed the lump in his throat. That did sound nice, but... "I'm sorry Dean. Maybe another time, but right now, I can't."
   The girl looked between them. "Do you two need a minute? Or a room?"
   Dean ignored the last part. "Yeah, maybe."
   She shrugged. "Call me when you're ready," she stated, then trotted off to her desk.
   Dean frowned after her, then turned to Cas. "What's wrong?"
   Cas looked down. "I can't. My parents would kill me."
   Dean laughed. "Well, I'll give you that. Your parents would go off the roof if they saw it. Kinda be funny to see, though," he said, nudging Cas with his elbow.
   Cas didn't respond.
   Dean sighed. "Fine. I have another idea." He whispered something into Cas's ear. "Okay?"
   Cas smiled. "Okay."
   Dean called to the girl. "We're ready!"
   The girl walked back. "What'd you decide?"
   "I'll get a handprint. On my shoulderblade."
   The girl stared. "I'm sorry?"
   Dean grinned that amazing grin right at Cas, and Cas filled up with warmth. "Cas's handprint. So I'll always know he's got my back."
   Cas could tell the girl was struggling not to roll her eyes. Cas had to admit, it was pretty sappy, especially for Dean, who never partook in sappy stuff. Cas was honestly shocked at the words Dean had just emitted from his mouth.
  Cas put his hand on Dean's left shoulder.
  Dean looked back at him.
  "No matter what hell I go through, I know you'll always be there to lift me out."
  Cas smiled slightly. "You bet, buddy. You bet."


Kinda a sappy ending, I know. I almost threw up writing it. But I really wanted to end it with a reference to how the actual Destiel met canonically, so... yeah. Tell me what y'all think!

~Cas